Luyện nghe bài hát Throw It Up

[Gangsta Boo -
I see you bitches talking but you aint saying shit
Get the f-ck from round here, you don't rep my
You aint from my city, you don't about this
You don't that drama you aint ready for it bitch
Now it up, (yeah hoe) throw it up (yeah hoe)
it up (yeah hoe) throw it up
You aint for it bitch, throw it up
(Yeah hoe) it up
You aint ready for it

I already got 2 cars on the yard don't run
So why I wanna break shit down for you
Better be confused the punchlines and bars that I launch
Here the king of archery come, with a dick
To you and that p-ssy carpet you munch
If I'm not hardly the one, you be barely the one
Baby really, you kidding me, I'm the prodigal son
And I'm stuntin my daddy
d-dr-d-drinkin' like my
Country my uncles, stuttering like a CD in a DONK bump bump bump
And I'm in a blue Chevy, running muthafuckas in first
I even shift gears yet, I aint even here yet
I'm outta this earth, (yeah hoe)
But I hit the surface
And I'm bout to walk into a bank with a shank and black can of and check the clerk
the keys?
Bitch you better your purse
I gotta break up herb, gotta hit this syrup and I'm feeling like I might just hit the
So get the fuck my way, buddy you don't wanna run around the chicken house with the heart of a puppy dog Yelawolf and Eminem, shiiit!
Suckering suckatash, yeah a dick bitch

[Gangsta Boo - 2]
please you don't wanna step up to this misses
G-A-N-G-S-T-A Boo, make a nigga hit his knees
I'm up in the building, to my children
I be taking no shit from you haters
You make me hurt one of feelings
hahahahaha,
Pick ya up off the floor, I got you feeling sad now
You be on that wag, hoki wag? is bullshit
Run into this gangsta have ya at the pulpit
Bitch, I was born on the Mississippi
Take no shit a bitch or a nigga
So so got a f-cked up temper
Bi-polar, not Nicki I'm
I'll ya
I got a crazy ass mind
My nigga, I'm a lion
ya ass down in my jungle
I do this, I them hoes
You aint ready for it

[Eminem - 3]
Me an' Yelawolf tear the roof off this
You aint got the umph, you're a hoof, to the of an elephant
Hello you look so eloquent, it's what I tell a cunt
Come sit up front cause you kicking my seat and I'm tryna tell the cashier what I
say I act like an asshole
When I pull up at the White
And I ask for an application, throw it in her face an'
the bitch I'm a rapper, then I wack her in the head with a Whopper
That I bought from BK, you me to be proper?
Bitch you pop in a CD of me immediately, SLUT, HOE
Skidda di da da. Prada? chance
I was thinkin' about buying you clothes
But Target was closed so I decided to mosey on over to
But the doors was, was locked, what about some shoes I
I suppose, so I go to Payless but what'dya know
They don't a size 8 in HOES! Oh!
This is ugly boy swag, toe tags on you muthaf-ckin' hoe bags
What a trailer pioneer?
I am here, that's why I'm
I don't got a rhyme book it's more like a diary of diarrhea!
Me, Yelawolf and Gangsta Boo came here to you a thing or two about sign language
Middle fingers aimed at you so we gotta SCREAM AT YOU!
Oww! I just bit my bottom lip, it was an
I went to go 'em all to go get BUCKED
But I'm not gonna bite my tongue, little throw it up